“Hello, I am collecting for the Disabled Collector’s Association.”
One of the features of the information age is that information about you is for sale so people can bombard you with ads for their products.
Charities are among the biggest sellers of people’s personal information. Give to one charity and within months, your mailbox is overstuffed with solicitations from others.
I have countless pads of paper from many of them, but I still only support the handful I choose.
My mother told me that she made a Red Cross label for a tin can that she cut a slot in the top of, and went door to door collecting (she was 4 or 5 years old, and this was back in the 1930’s). When she got home, her mother made her count it and actually give it to the Red Cross. (I’m sure she was also scolded harshly and probably spanked.). My mother was dismayed and angry that her plan had failed. She was a regular little charlatan, and wasn’t afraid to admit it. :P
What ever happened to collecting for UNICEF on Halloween?
“You name it. I’ve given to it already.”
Don’t see the in-person collectors much anymore. Occasionally at crowd events but fewer of those in recent months. The only ones who come to our door are the ones who are selling junk for bogus charities. There are fewer of them too.
My mother would donate to any organization that sent her a sob-story and a return envelope. I had a hard time convincing her that Minuteman PAC was NOT a good cause. Of all the cockamamy causes, my favorite was the Pig Protection Program. Pigs are more intelligent than dogs, and this outfit rescued slaughterhouse-bound pigs and kept them on a farm.
Yeah, his funeral…
In Illinois we collect debt.
Is this one of those “charities” where the vast majority of donations go to the people running the charity?
The average joe retirement fund.
“…someday “it” may actually, accidentally get some of what I’ve collected."
David Waisglass and Gordon Coulthart